He was quite surprised by the question.
You see, the universe is vast and boundless, with countless planets, and cultivators are so numerous that they’re hard to count. Yet in this era, there hasn’t been anyone who could be called the strongest so far!
“Ye Dao You, I don’t have a clear answer to your question, because neither the Divine Court nor the Nine Nether has anyone bold enough to claim they are the strongest. However, the Lord of the Divine Court, who rules over all realms, is absolutely one of the top experts of our time! The only one who could possibly contend with him is likely the Nine Nether Lord!”
Xiang Jiba mused.
When he said this, his tone was filled with unparalleled respect.
The Divine Court is a superpower of the universe, having led the various realms and the Nine Nether in battle for ages. As the ruler of the Divine Court, naturally he is the top expert of this era, for only such strength could command obedience!
“Have you ever met the Lord of the Divine Court?” Ye Junlin pressed further, as this was his biggest concern.
“What?!”
Xiang Jiba looked perplexed. Seeing Ye Junlin’s serious expression, his own gradually became more incredulous.
“Uh, how could I possibly have met him? Even my master, Panlong Wusheng, hasn’t had the opportunity to meet the Lord of the Divine Court. I reckon only the leaders of the top ten great worlds would qualify for such an audience!”
Ye Junlin raised an eyebrow, “So, you mean you guys don’t even know how to get to the Divine Court, right?”
“Of course! Ninety-nine percent of the cultivators in this world have never been to the Divine Court. It is rumored that the Divine Court is located in a special Chaotic Space, accessible only to ancestral-level experts!”
“And the universe is so vast; not to mention how far the journey to the Divine Court is, there’s also the chance of running into a cosmic storm along the way. Such massive cosmic storms could easily spell doom, even for a Saint King caught in them!”
At this, Xiang Jiba’s face was filled with fear.
Cosmic storms are a special magnetic phenomenon that emerged after the Era of Saints began, fixed in certain areas, moving like hurricanes, hence the name cosmic storms.
They range in scale from small, medium, large, to ultra-large!
The danger levels correspond to True Saint, Celestial Saint, Ancient Saint, and Saint King!
Xiang Jiba had once witnessed the devastation of a large cosmic storm, and without a defined route, he would surely have met a grave end.
Indeed, after years of exploration, countless cultivators have managed to map out some safe routes; following them is definitely safe.
However, these routes are controlled by major powers, and ordinary cultivators have to pay Saint Crystals to pass through.
But this time, as they were sent by the Divine Court, they could cross these passages for free; at other times, they’d have to dip into their own pockets.
Many other routes still possess instability, and one might occasionally encounter a ferocious cosmic storm, fraught with danger.
To completely ignore such risks, one can only become an ancestral figure to surpass the heavens and the earth!
At that point, one could traverse any cosmic storm with their flesh and move freely throughout this universe, recognized as a super expert across all realms!
Hearing Xiang Jiba’s description of such things, Ye Junlin felt a pang of dread.
Wow, the outside world really is dangerous!
It’s worth mentioning that he has a unique trait—getting stronger when facing stronger opponents. If any enemy with a higher cultivation level appeared, this trait would activate, pushing him into a higher realm.
He initially thought, maybe a trip to the Divine Court would be nice; if he could snag some power from the Lord of the Divine Court, wouldn’t that let him skyrocket?
But asking just highlighted his chances—not only was meeting the Lord of the Divine Court up in the air, even getting to the Divine Court seemed pretty hopeless!!
After all, if he did happen to run into a cosmic storm, he wouldn’t have the conditions to trigger that trait to get stronger.
At that point, he’d be practically guaranteed to bite the dust?!
“Looks like staying put is the safer option.”
“Stay cautious, don’t rush it!”
Ye Junlin made up his mind—no risk-taking outside.
Xiang Jiba found it odd that Ye Junlin would ask such questions, but upon further reflection, he thought it was just Ye Junlin, being a native of the Immortal Realm, growing curious about the outside world he’d never seen.
He had no idea that Ye Junlin was actually thinking of storming the Divine Court and challenging the Lord!
“Thanks for answering my questions, Xiang Dao You, I really appreciate it!”
Ye Junlin said sincerely.
After all, he had drunk the guy’s cherished wine and received such useful info about the outside world; this kindness was one he valued greatly.
“Not at all!”
Xiang Jiba responded heartily.
“I’ll pour you some!” Ye Junlin took the initiative to grab the wine jar and filled a big bowl of holy wine for the man sitting across from him. “Cheers!”
Xiang Jiba’s face twitched a bit, but he managed a forced smile, “Okay…”
He steeled himself to drink it down, not wanting to lose face.
And so they finished a jar of holy wine together.
Ye Junlin was still lively and unfulfilled, feeling it was quite a blast.
“I’m… not drunk…”
In contrast, Xiang Jiba looked all tipsy, couldn’t help but flop over on the table and start snoring.
“Rookie, just need more practice!”
Ye Junlin patted his shoulder jokingly.
Stepping out the door, he found Liu Huangshu had been waiting for a while.
Looking at the slumped-over Xiang Jiba, Liu Huangshu was taken aback and couldn’t help but give a thumbs up, impressed, “You really did it!”
Ye Junlin burped, “Leave it to me; it should be fine.”
Liu Huangshu sighed, “Thank goodness you’re here, otherwise who knows what mess would’ve happened. Only you could keep them in check.”
After all, these Divine Court cultivators were all Half-Saints, and to them, the Immortal Realm looked like a savage, uncivilized place. If they wanted to stir some trouble, he really wouldn’t be able to handle them.
Rely on the Guardian Formation?
Come on, with a whole bunch of Half-Saints working together, how long could such a mere Guardian Formation hold up?
Good thing Ye Junlin was around, or this crisis would have escalated.
In light of this, Liu Huangshu only grew fonder of Ye Junlin, feeling he truly was the prodigy of great luck born from the Kunlun Realm, destined to lead it to glory!
“Old Liu, what’s your next move in explaining this to the beings of the Immortal Realm? The Immortal Court has to have a say in this, right?” Ye Junlin asked.
Because the aggressive entry of this batch of Divine Court cultivators had set the Immortal Realm on edge, with rumors swirling, everyone guessing that catastrophe was looming. The previous beliefs and understandings had collapsed, leaving them anxious and confused about the future.
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll reveal everything sooner or later, but everything has to wait until we safely get through the Nine Nether Army’s invasion.”
Liu Huangshu said solemnly.
In the past, he had kept the Immortal Realm closed off to better maintain internal stability, but now the situation had escalated; he couldn’t keep it under wraps any longer, it was time to be honest.
“At that time, I want to officially announce you as the Lord of the Immortal Court to stabilize the public’s mind. What do you think?” Liu Huangshu said seriously all of a sudden.
“The Lord of the Immortal Court, huh?” Ye Junlin frowned.
With his strength, he would rightly deserve that title.
But if he were to take the position, there would definitely have to be some changes made.
“Okay, but when the time comes, the Immortal Court needs to be changed to the Celestial Court!” Ye Junlin declared.
Celestial Court?!
Liu Huangshu was taken aback, realizing that this sounded even more imposing than the Immortal Court.
This could work, a fresh name for a new vibe.
“Alright, then let’s go with Celestial Court!”